" She held his hand." She held his hand. "I'm glad you were worried for me. You are Derek. Does this mean you're my father too, since you were here?" Derek smiled over at me, then down at her. She was starting to look less confrontational and more like a lost little girl. "No," he said gently. "Because he's my father." I smiled over at the felinzi across the table from me. "No, I was father to your great great grandfather. I'm not taking responsibility for you, you rakeheart." He smiled and reached out with his free hand to beep my nose. "Oh, come on. You take responsibility for everything, Ken, whether you say you will or not." "Yeah," I said, smiling down at Tasha. "So, are you ready to stand. Hal? Is she ready to meet her brother?" "Her brother has chosen the name Theodore. And yes, he is quite anxious to meet his sister." "Who was that?" Tasha asked. |